Sunday, July 20, 2008

Kansas

On my way out of town I hit a racoon, heard a song called 'honky tonk badunkadunk' passed a 'kum and go' gas station and realized that I want my life to be like a graphic novel adaptation of a Barry Gifford story. But with more sex and less murder.

I'm at an airport waiting to fly to Dallas for some excessive sexual activity and dinner at Medieval Times. I was dancing at club in Bumfuck, Kansas and the only for me to meet my lover was to start driving as soon as they let me off the stage. I still have my false eyelashes on and wads of uncounted dollar bills.

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